Hot Flash

But the blue morning is still dawning
And the dew
Feels cool against your
Fiery back.

Those humid nights
I believed
We were in love
And that the hand I held
Wouldn’t crumble
Like wet sand
Between my fingers.

I’m sorry for the glob of spit in your eye
Ascending through the air
And splashing on your cheek

I’m sorry for the serpents escaping from
My tongue
And gilded in silver

I see the devious smile
I see the resentment peppered
I’m sorry the flesh turns blue
And decomposition
Leaves nothing left

I’ve been fed
To the many maggots you consist of
Squirming, crawling just beneath your skin’s

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